Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.